Yet Chaplin walks, feet nine fifteen
And I hear them, hear them, call his name
And I see him, see him, turn away
They take him in, and clean him up
They take him in, and strip him down
They dry his skin, and feed him wine
And I hear them, hear them, call his name
And I see him, see him, turn away
Asks to use the phone, yet he lives alone
He lives alone, there's no one, no one home to phone
Sits alone home, alone calls
His home, his own, his wife is still unknown
